World Tour

Brisbane NSFW

When Eddy walked into the house a little while later Brett looked up from his position at the coffee table with his hair in disarray, like he'd been running his hands through it a lot. His eyes were weary and he seemed to have circles under his eyes. Eddy realised straight away that he should have texted Brett earlier. 
¨Brett, shit, I'm so sorry! I should have called you, you were clearly worried!¨
Brett got up and quickly crossed the little bit of distance between them, putting his hands on Eddy's shoulders. 
¨It's fine, how did it go?¨
Eddy beamed. ¨It went really well. She was happy, and she'll give me away. And then Belle turned up and mum told her everything straight away, and she just about knocked me to the floor she was so happy.¨ He snickered at the recollection. 
Brett's face lit up as he listened. 
¨That's so awesome!! Did you tell them to keep their mouths shut until I get the chance to tell my parents this weekend?¨
¨Yes, of course. Brett, I'm so happy we're doing this!¨
Brett smiled, but Eddy could see his smile was still slightly off. 
¨Hey. You okay?¨
¨Yeah.¨ Brett said softly. ¨I'm okay, it's just... when it took a while I got anxious. It was silly. But I didn't want to call in case I was interrupting anything.¨
Eddy shook his head, angry with himself for worrying Brett when he could have just texted him. 
¨I'm so sorry. Here, sit down, I'll rub your shoulders.¨
¨I'm fine!¨ Brett protested, but Eddy was already leading him to the coffee table, softly pushing him down into a massageable position. 
Brett obediently sunk to the ground, crossed his legs and put his head in his hands, his elbows resting on the table. Eddy sat on the couch behind him, his legs either side of Brett's torso. 
¨I'm sorry.¨ He whispered again, bending forward to plant a sweet kiss on Brett's neck, nuzzling him for a moment. Then he began to rub his neck with his nimble fingers, working on the knots he knew were always there. Playing the violin wasn't necessarily conducive to good neck health after all. 
Brett groaned as Eddy worked, loosening the stiff muscles and hopefully eradicating the stress as well. 
¨Ah, Eddy, fuck, that's good.¨ he mumbled. 
Eddy quickly took Brett's t-shirt off and moved his fingers further and further down his naked back, feeling Brett relax under his hands. 
Then, without warning, Brett turned around, startling Eddy a bit, and stated with a smile:
¨Reciprocation.¨
He swiftly got up and pulled at Eddy's shirt. Eddy's eyes widened as he raised his arms, letting Brett undress him. Brett grinned at him, his gaze dark and intense, and pushed him deeper into the couch. Eddy's eyes greedily travelled over Brett's nude torso and further down, noting with satisfaction that Brett had liked his massage. The large bulge in his trousers was obvious, and he felt his own body responding straight away. 
Brett smiled wickedly at him. 
¨I'll massage you next.¨
He leaned forward and kissed Eddy swiftly on the lips, and he started stroking and rubbing Eddy's chest and his belly. He took one of Eddy's nipples in his mouth and bit softly, letting his tongue play with it, while his long fingers worked on the other one. 
¨Ah! Fuck! Brett!¨ Eddy moaned, his tight jeans quickly becoming quite uncomfortable. 
Brett kissed him deeply and ground his hips against Eddy's, causing that delicious friction that Eddy loved so much, and then his hands were on him again, moving lower and lower. 
He opened Eddy's trousers and tugged them off quickly, before taking Eddy's hardness in his hands. He stroked him lightly while still kissing and sucking his nipples, his chest and his belly. 
Eddy could feel himself building fast and he moaned softly.
¨Fuck, Brett, if you don't want me to come already, stop now...¨ he said, his warning breathless. 
Brett grinned and waggled his eyebrows. 
¨One second¨, he said, jumping up, Eddy guessed to get the lube. 
He was back with the little bottle not ten seconds later, taking his own trousers off in one movement, and he was back with Eddy.
Eddy could only look at him, and he knew his eyes were large and wanting. 
¨You want me?¨ Brett said hoarsely. 
¨I want you so much. Please. Fuck me already.¨ Eddy pleaded. 
Brett smiled and pushed into Eddy, scrunching his eyes shut at the feeling. 
Eddy put his hands on Brett's hips, imploring him to go fast straight away. He was so close already. Brett wasn't hard to convince though, and together they set their tempo to allegro, their breaths and their cries mingling until Eddy felt Brett pulsing into him, and he finally let go, coming gloriously all over Brett's belly and his own. 
Brett collapsed heavily onto Eddy, holding him close as the aftershocks of his orgasm subsided, and kissed him softly. They lay there for a while, together as one, catching their breath, nuzzling into each other. 
But reality pauses for no one, and after a bit Brett lifted his head and said soberly: 
¨We'll have to move a bit or we'll get the couch dirty. 
Eddy giggled, but obligingly scooted his hips off the couch with Brett still in him, so Brett could pull out safely and go off to find some tissues. 
Wow. He shook his head in amazement. That was just all sorts of awesome. He got up awkwardly, and when Brett came back with the box of tissues he put his arms tenderly around his husband, hugging him tight. 
¨I love you so much¨, he whispered. 
¨I love you too. If this is the result, you can worry me more often.¨ Brett whispered back. 
Eddy grinned. ¨Or I could not worry you and we do it on the couch anyway?¨
Brett laughed. ¨Deal.¨